When Feng Dingchu came in to see Chu Qianli, she was still wrapping herself in a quilt, shivering from the cold.
"You, please stop asking for short-sightedness, I don't have the strength to stop you now... Ha Qiu!"
Outside, Aunt Sun whispered: "Sir, I've cooked a bowl of ginger soup, how about... give it to the girl to drink first?"
Feng Dingchu usually ignored the people here and only occasionally made fireworks and candies with the children.
But this time, Aunt Sun's words finally made him react.
He walked to the door and reached out to take the bowl from Aunt Sun's hand.
Aunt Sun was stunned for a long time and didn't even react.
The young master is finally willing to pay attention to them?
After finally coming back to her senses, Aunt Sun quickly handed the bowl to him carefully, her movements very stiff, for fear of accidentally touching one of his fingers.
Feng Dingchu took the bowl and didn't say anything. He just walked quietly to Chu Qianli.
This bowl of ginger soup was brought to her.
Chu Qianli sneezed again, took it with both hands, and drank it.
Still feel cold.
I have taken medicine to prevent colds, and now I drink a bowl of ginger soup. Although it is still cold, my stomach seems to be slightly warmer.
After a while, a little sweat broke out on my forehead, and my body finally stopped shaking.
She let out a long breath.
It's cold and very tiring.
"Achu..."
"I will not commit suicide." These were the first calm and calm words that Feng Dingchu said after being poisoned in the palace.
Chu Qianli's heart skipped a beat, and her fingertips tensed up for a moment: "Do you... mind saying it again?"
"I will not commit suicide, from now on, never again."
This time Feng Dingchu's voice was a little more certain. Although it was still not as gentle as the jade-like tone with a slight smile when they first met, it seemed to sound a little more peaceful at this time.
Yes, it's tranquility.
It's the kind of peace that comes after you calm down.
Chu Qianli was excited and moved. This guy finally really didn't want to die.
"Why? Because you made me sick, do you feel guilty?"
Feng Dingchu's eyes fell on hers. He only looked at her for a moment, then stood up and left.
Chu Qianli still felt a little uneasy, so she quickly got out of the quilt when it was no longer so cold.
He casually put on his robe and chased after him.
Feng Dingchu stood by the river. The wind was very cold, but it blew a warm breath on his body.
He was still wearing the robe she had prepared for her.
The robe has wool and looks very warm.
Chu Qianli walked quickly behind him: "A Chu..."
"It's cold here, what are you doing out here?" Feng Dingchu turned around and glanced at her.
He raised his hand and the robe immediately fell on Chu Qianli.
Chu Qianli almost sneezed again.
She grabbed his robe and quickly wrapped it tightly around her body.
It's really warm, with his body temperature.
"I said, I won't commit suicide again, there's no need for you to be so nervous."
"Can I not be nervous? You don't know how scary it is to see you standing on a pile of corpses, covered in blood."
Chu Qianli felt a little resentful, and no one who had seen him like this could help but feel nervous.
At that time, there was really no breath of life in him, and his whole body was filled with the smell of death.
Feng Dingchu suddenly raised his lips and smiled lightly: "It's rare but strange! How many times have you seen me killing enemies on the battlefield?"
Chu Qianli said nothing, just stared at his lips.
The faint smile on her lips was fixed in her heart.